Another story that I was asked to do! I hope you all like it!
Warnings: Violence, Sex, Jane as Red John, Angela Jane bashing (I don't know why I wrote it like this, but I did).
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A sigh fell from Patrick's lips as he stared out the window watching as the city slowly came to life. The sun was almost above the horizon and they still had no word on whether or not Cho was going to make it out alive or not.
Behind him he could hear Rigsby and Van Pelt quietly talking about anything but the fact that their teammate was possibly dying. Though the roughness in both of their voices let him know that they had already been crying and were probably going to start again.
Lisbon had been pacing for the first few hours before she had told them that she had to get to the office. She was the team leader and someone had to tell Cho's family that he had been shot in the line of duty.
Before she had left she had gotten all of them a cup of coffee, or tea in his case. Six hours later and the liquid had gone cold with barely more than a sip out of any of the cups. There was no comfort any of them could take from the drinks.
It felt wrong to be standing there doing nothing while the other man was in the back fighting for his life. In truth, it was taking everything in him not to go demand answers. He had never been the type of person that sat around waiting for things to happen.
Patrick had made it his life's work to be the one that had all the answers. If he wanted something than that was exactly what he was going to get. There was no waiting around. He got it right then and there. That was just the way things went.
He had worked as hard as he could to make sure that he never had to work for things. The right people knew who he was, even if they didn't know it was him, and feared him. He was never going to allow himself to go back to how things had been when he was younger.
Years and years of conning rich and stupid people that looked down on him while demanding that he 'tell them the future'. He was done with being the pawn of people that thought they were better than him.
It had taken awhile to learn everything that he needed to know, but once he had the world was at his fingers. He had made sure that he was everything that they said he was never going to be. He also made sure they had no idea who he was.
That was how he spent most of his life. He was completely untouchable by everyone. Some of the things that he had had to do to make sure no one knew the truth he hadn't liked. He had dealt with it though. For as long as he had to.
A part of him had truly loved Angela. At least he had loved the woman that she had been when they were younger. She had been everything that he had thought he wanted in another person. He had been wrong.
To this day he still had no idea what had changed in her when they got married, but she wasn't the person he fell in love with. She actually ended up being everything that they had hated and made fun of growing up.
For as much as he had cared about her he had grown to hate her. They had decided that it would be for the best if they just went their own ways. Then she ended up getting pregnant and things had changed once more.
Not that he loved her again. That was never going to happen. He did love his daughter though. More than he ever thought he'd be able to love someone. That little girl was the light of his life before she had even been born. He would have done anything for her.
Which had been exactly what he had been planning. A way to get her away from Angela for good. She didn't deserve to be a mother and they both knew. He was going to get his precious Charlotte away from her.
So he made plans. His daughter was going to be spending the night with friends. She had never called home from a slumber party so he knew that she would be safe where she was. At least she would have been.
Angela had decided to go and get her though. He didn't know exactly what she had been thinking, but he knew that she had been trying to take his daughter away from him for good. She never realized her mistake.
She was supposed to be home alone. That was why he had said to kill everyone in the house. It was so simple and it would have gone perfectly if she hadn't been so stupid. She had killed his little girl.
A shaky sigh fell from his lips as he leaned his head against the cool glass of the window. He missed his Charlotte more than anything in the world and he truly did blame himself for what had happened to her.
He should have made certain that she wasn't there, but he had been so blind. That was something that Patrick had sworn would never happen to him again. He would never put himself in that type of a situation again.
For years that worked. He was alone with his empire and that was enough for him. It wasn't as if there was anyone else in the world that would ever be able to match him in any way, shape, or form. At least that's what he had thought.
Then he saw Kimball Cho. The man was absolutely breath-taking. So calm and firm in everything that he did. Like an unshakeable house that Patrick wanted so badly to set on fire and watch burn.
He knew better than anyone that every person was a single push away from either giving into everything they had been told they shouldn't want or simply falling and never getting up. Cho could have gone either way at first sight.
At least, that's what he had thought before he had gotten closer to the man. He was everything Patrick had thought he was and then more. There was an exception to every rule and the younger man was exactly that. He had to have him.
While it was never easy to get the agent to do anything, at least not by manipulation, he had gotten him on a first date. After that it had been rather interesting to watch him attempt to navigate the person he thought Patrick was.
It wasn't as if he though the faux-psychic was stupid in any way. He simply respected him and everything he thought he'd been through. It was surprisingly refreshing and it gave Patrick time to find out exactly who the man was.
At first he had thought that it was the perfect way to get the man out of his system. He would find him boring and stupid and everything that he hated about the world. That wasn't what he had gotten though.
Kimball Cho was brilliant in his own right. He loved the same books that Patrick did and had even suggested a few that weren't horrible. He had a dry, sarcastic wit that had him laughing at some of the jokes he made.
Then there was the part of him that he kept hidden for the most part. The soldier that had been in him since he was a gangbanger. It was exquisite to watch him whenever he had a weapon in his hand and someone to chase.
Ever since he saw that Patrick had been thinking of ways to bring the younger man into his organization. It shouldn't be all that hard, but if there was anyone that could resist his charms it would be Cho.
Now that might not be an option. He still couldn't believe how wrong he had been when he said the killer wasn't there. It had been hours since the killing. Why would the killer stick around for so long?
That part didn't matter right now though. Getting news on his lover did. After that… Well, he had some ideas for what he wanted to do to the man that had thought he could take someone away from Patrick Jane. It was going to be a masterpiece.
"Jane," a voice called from behind him.
Taking a deep breath to put his mask back in place he turned around and saw that Lisbon was standing there. He wasn't exactly sure when she had appeared, but he found himself being glad that she was there.
"Any news?" Patrick questioned making his voice soft.
"Yeah," she offered with a slightly broken smile, "They think he's going to pull through. The next 24 hours are critical, but if he doesn't have any set backs he'll make it."